Manchester High School - Somanhis Yearbook (Manchester, CT)

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JL J k G I.. JL. THE ETERNAL QUEST Beneath the wide clear Christmas sky Beneath the calm benignant moon The white earth slept in Winters arms And bare trees drooped their laden boughs With eyes upon that distant star Their faces turning to the east The Wise men came from far oft lands To seek their Christ the New Born King They thought not of their waiting docks Their homes and each one s sep late cares An worship at the Manger throne And still there is a Christmas sky An till a. calm beuignant moon The white earth sleeps in Winters arms An bare trees dxoop their laden boughs We still may look up to that star And with our faces toward the east Leave Worldly sorrows far behind And seek our Christ the new born King M Janes 31 'I al 'll' l ' '1 .sl U 'F e' - J - + L .du al - - J + + la. Jia. F i fi 1 T ' F' , s - s Thgy only thought to carry gifts . V d ' IL C' he l 'D al , .. , L .a n. U' W QU U53 alla. Ia. all.. - ls la flf fi JL LL as as ea

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Soma nbi Vo1.' 16 South Manchester, Conn., December 1930 No. 2 Issued five times a year. Subscription Price 31.25 Entered as second class matter April 2, 1916, at the Post Odice of South Manchester, Conn., N under the act of March 4, 1879. STAFF EDITORIAL Editor in Chief-Austin johnson, '31 Assistant Editors-Marian Janes, '31, Edwina Elliott, '32 Exchange-Virginia Johnston, '31 Alumni-Marjorie Waddell, '31 School Notes--Gertrude Gerard, '31 Jokes-James Toman, '33 Art-Marguerite Smith, '31, Freda Clegg, '32 Athletics-John Tierney, '31, Hans Bensche, '31 I S BUSINESS Business Managers-Daniel Foley, '31, George Marlow, '32 ,Assistant Business Managers-Margaret Quinn, 31, Rebecca Harris, '31 Circulation Manager-Earl Ruddell, '31 A E Assistant Circulation Manager-Leonard Bjorkman, '32 TYPISTS Mary Miroglio Irene Lazar Russell Clough Elizabeth McGill Edith Adams Anna Mroseclc Faculty Adviser--Miss Avis C. Walsh Faculty Business Adviser-Mr. James L. Higgins . Faculty Art Adviser-Miss Harriet C. Condon

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1.4 MERRY CHRISTMAS By DOF0thy Fraser. '31 The December sun sifted in through the bright red and green cretonne curtains and left its reflection in Christmas colors on the cover- let of a mahogany bed. A brown head emerg- ed from beneath the pillow as the occupant of the hed, with a vicious swing, sent the cushion flying towards a branch of evergreen which stood glittering with tinsel and adorned with its traditional holiday colors. A faint tingling of silver bells, and it lay in ruined splendon amid a pile of feathers. The boy placed both his arms beneath his head and lazily watched flecks of dust float up the shaft of golden sun- light and disappear in the shadows until he caught sight of the pattern in red and green on the spread. A deep sigh escaped as he closed his eyes to shut out the visions which were arising before him, but the colors res mained and reminded him so palnfuly of other previous December 24ths. Rising, he stood be- fore the mirror and with a terrible feeling of disgust watched his chin tremble. So he couldn't take it on the chin after all. It was an heroic situation though-his smile was somewhat forced-the true book hero would have been deserted by his parents and his sister and left practically alone in college for the holidays just as he had beeng but for the book hero something would surely break- for Jeffrey Morton nothing could possibly happen. The bright cheerfulness of his study annoy- ed him. Although he had contributed much to its furnishing and his mother and sister had sent expensive rugs and a handsome desk to complete the room, lt was his room-mate's sis- ter who had chosen the pictures and selected the best books and finally created the atmos- phere of comfort. It was a room so unlike any of the rooms in his own houseg in Jeffrey's mind it didn't suffer by the contrast, but after all Christmas isn't Christmas alone and away from home. He decided to console himself by opening the two well-hlled boxes which stood brilliant with artificial holly and red ribbons in the center of the room. He discovered a letter from his father-a rather commonplace type- written letter dictated to his secretary. He would have thought a little more affection' ap- propriate, but perhaps Dad expected the gen- erous check to make up for any lack of sen- timent. The letter had changed Jeffrey's mind and the boxes were left untouched. He hur- ried out to the campus to cash the check and to see if fresh air would remove the stinging sensation in his nose and cool his burning eyes. As he was returning to his dormitory he suddenly came face to face with one of his fellow students who was quite evidently try- ing to avoid meeting him. Bob Withers was decidedly not in Jeffry's set, indeed-he was a grind , but since each knew the other to be the only student in the college besides himself, it seemed natural that they should continue their walk together. To open the conservation Jeffry asked, What are you doing here, Bob? He wished he hadn't when Withers said somewhat unnaturally, Had to miss the holi- days this time. They had a common interest, however, so Jetfry continued. Folks walk out on you, too? Well, non, that is-I-er-Well., they were ex- pecting me rather, but I sorta' needed a re- view for the advanced math exam and this is the best time to get it, I guess, came the faltering reply. At that Jeffry hated himself. How could he, a Morton-one of the Mortons